#-that is a you and a you ONLY problem alone

[dark-l-angel]

Y'all imagine lazy morning jason after a long ass patrol..

He'll be the most clingy thing you'll ever witness in your goddamn life, refusing to let you out of bed.. caging you under his muscular arms, you insisting to leave in order to make breakfast then comeback to sleep with him later, and he refuses.. his sleepy whimpers can be heard as an answer.. "just 5 more mins babe.. i can't let you go yet.. " said while inhaling your comforting scent..

If you only knew.. what you truly meant to this guy.. you're the only reason of his existence.. he lost everything and everyone left him behind.. you popped up into his life like the sun peaking behind the clouds after a storm.. you were just like an angel who dragged him out of the hell that used to consume him slowly.. cared about him when no one did.. appreciating his presence and wanting more of him instead.. he was ready to get his hands bloody for you, in order to make you happy.. he had no problem to go to the bottom of hell and comeback if that meant a smile from you..

Feeling the tears on your soft skin as you were struggling to get out of bed.. you stopped to check on him.. you knew he was a man of few words, but his actions speaks louder.. a muffled "i love you.." is all you hear in response, while squeezing you tightly.. you turned toward him to hug him closer, giving him the reassurance that he needed.. he needed to know.. you'll never leave him alone.

[kissenturine]

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀 boothill x m!reader — 3.3k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: mechanic!reader, sub!reader, reader gives boothill a dick, reader takes away his censorship, mean dom!boothill, maybe ooc!boothill, fingering, heavy heavy dirty talk, boothill calls reader a whore & slut, boothill steps on reader's dick, blowjobs (boothill receiving), degradation. lmk if i missed anything!!

KAI SAYS: boy am i down bad for this little space cowboy (140 wishes in two weeks, up 35 tl levels in two weeks, main story fully finished in two weeks, all for his wishes)

As a hardworking mechanic, you often pride yourself on your accomplishments. You—like any decent one—had many. From what you worked with to what you managed to fix, there were many things that could be considered impressive to a crowd.

None of them, however, were as impressive as the time you managed to remove Boothill’s censorship and give him back what he called: “a missing piece of his heart.”

Your dimly lit mechanic shop is cluttered with tools amongst other sharp things. Scattered about every flat surface usable is a screw, nail, wire, metal board—anything you could make use of. In the centre of the workshop is the only real space you kept clean.

Sitting in the middle of the room is a large, metallic workbench. It’s impressive, to say the least. Hooked up to an uncountable number of wires, switches and knobs decorating the sides, tools hanging from hooks, everything about it is a sight to behold.

What’s more impressive—even more magnificent—is the man sitting on top of it.

With his legs sprawled out and his head idly lolling from side to side, Boothill himself is a man to bless the eyes. The way his body worked, how each wire and sensor inside his cyborg body worked in tandem with each other to create the masterpiece that was him.

Of course, you only think like that because you’re a mechanic. You know how hard it is to put together a synesthetic body part, let alone a whole human being.

To people who don’t know the complexities of machinery, they might just think he’s a handsome cyborg. And really, they weren’t wrong. Whoever created his body, whether it was Boothill himself or another person, was quite the artist with the way they’d managed to create Boothill as a cyborg and still leave in his human charm.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Boothill grumbles, pulling you very quickly out of your thoughts. “Ya gonna continue starin’ or ya gonna actually help a guy out?” He waved at the dent in his hip, a noticeable cave to the metal plate.

“Yes, yes.” You huff. While you did find the cyborg part of Boothill impressive, his personality… not so much. He was endearing at times, but mostly he could be a pain in the ass.

A lot of the time, he’d get himself scratched and broken just to come back to you only when he’s on the brink of shutting down. Or, he’d either only come to you with the smallest, most irrelevant and easy-to-fix problems known to man.

His current state being the latter.

You make your way carefully over to Boothill, dropping to your knees beside the workbench to inspect the minimal damage done to his hip. “It’s… not even that bad.” You murmur, eyes darting up to his. “You could probably play it off as a hip dip or something.”

“Nope!” Boothill grunts, moving his metallic hand to tap against the metal of his hip. “Not happenin’ cutie. Need this body o’ mine to be in tip-top condition for my next bounty.” He grins widely, stretching his legs in front of him as he rests his arms back behind his head.

You only roll your eyes in response, already pulling out your screwdriver to replace Boothill’s so-called “broken” hip. “Whatever you say then…” You grumble, working away at the screws on the plate.

“Thanks, sweet cheeks.” Boothill hums, absentmindedly picking at the metal of his shoulder.

You wince at the nickname, your eyes shifting from where you’re working to Boothill’s face. “What’s with the nicknames…?” You say, voicing your curiosity. “We’ve known each other for what, six months now?” You raise an eyebrow at him before you continue. “Six months, and we're not even dating yet you always seem to use some form of a nickname.”

“Well,” Boothill hums, “the guy that made this good ol’ body of mine decided I would benefit from losing a thing or two. Those bein’ my ability to swear and of course my clock.”

“Your… clock?” You give him a confused look as you screw the metal back into place, finishing off his new hip.

“No, no, cutie, not an actual clock.” Boothill rolls his eyes. “My, uh, manhood, ya know?”

“Your…” You trail off. “Oh.”

He grins at you, opening his legs widely on the table. “Look if ya want, I got nothin’ to hide down there.” He gives you a wink before leaning further into your workbench.

You glance down at his crotch and see that it is, indeed, very flat. I guess what he said is true then…

You’re about to pick up your tools when you hear Boothill call for you, his name dropping from his lips. “Hey, uh, you don’t happen to have any o’ those synesthetic clocks, do ya?”

You give Boothill a blank look. While you did have a few lying around, as per a customer who was willing to pay a hefty price of seven million credits for one, you didn’t think Boothill would want one.

“Yeah…” You eventually respond. “I do.”

Boothill’s eyes widen as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes. “Oh, mother fudgin’!” He says before eagerly jumping off the workbench. “Please,” he begs, “ya gotta hook me up with one! Haven’t felt it in so long, ‘s like a piece of my heart’s been missing!”

You cringe at his choice of terminology before looking up at the pleading man. “Well, they cost a hefty price—”

“I’m willin’ t’pay!” Boothill cries, the same pleading tone still present in his voice. “Please, anythin’ for my clock back!”

“I—y’know what, fine.” You grumble, not having the energy to think up an argument. You wave your hand at your workbench. “Sit on the edge while I grab one. I’m just gonna assume you want the biggest size.”

You hear the faint rumble of Boothills laugh. “Oh, darlin’ you know me so well!”

You roll your eyes, pulling out a key to unlock a drawer where you kept your synesthetic… manhoods. You eye them all, cautiously taking one on the very left end before closing the drawer and going back up to Boothill.

“So.” You say, holding the synesthetic member awkwardly in front of Boothill. “Eight inches, pretty thick, the colour an’ design of the metal goes pretty well with your cyborg parts, I think it matches you.”

“Oh-ho-ho!” Boothill grins, his sharp teeth shining under the light. “Now that's what I’m talking about. Can’t wait to have my fudgin’ shift back.”

You roll your eyes at the censorship before tapping Boothill’s knee. “Spread your legs, gotta get to you if you want me to actually put this on.”

Boothill gives you a teasing look and you already know what he’s about to comment on. “If you wanted to see my neck duck in action, ya could’ve jus’ asked.” He grins and you roll your eyes again. Just what you predicted.

“Shut up and spread your legs.” You say, a harsh tone evident in your voice. This time Boothill complies, his knees spreading as you once again take your place, kneeling on the floor, this time between his legs.

Slowly, you unscrew the metal panel on Boohill’s crotch area.

Once it’s fully out, you take a peek into the hole you just opened, trying to grasp what you’re working with. You puff out your cheeks, sighing as you peer into the hole between Boothill’s legs.

There’s an assortment of jumbled wires, a few switches, and—is that a remote control? With two fingers, you manage to pry your way into the cavity in Boothill’s crotch. Lithly and carefully, you pull the remote from the little clasp it was stuck in before sliding it out.

You inspect it carefully, taking note of how there’s only one singular switch on the flat of it. You contemplate flipping it, but then it crosses your mind that touching random things that came from inside Boothill’s body wasn’t the best idea.

Setting the remote to the side for later, you continue your work with Boothill’s new member.

Carefully, very, very carefully, you attach each wire to the base of Boothill’s new appendage, making sure everything is kept neat and tidy. With a quick glance up at Boothill, you can instantly tell he’s at least somewhat relaxed.

“Boothill.” You call, tapping the inside of his metal thigh. “I’m gonna connect the synesthesia now, so you might get a bit…” You cough awkwardly, “Aroused… But just ignore it and try not to like—y’know, cum all over my face.”

Boothill grins down at you, once again flashing you his sharp teeth. “Don’t worry, pretty boy, I’ve got some self-control.”

You nod your head, cautiously pushing the two wires together. The instant you twist them into place, you hear Boothill let out a loud groan. “Fudge, I missed this.” He murmurs, his dick twitching to life right in front of your face.

The sight, being able to watch as the new tip of his metal cock twitches and lifts, sends a shiver down your spine—one you chose to ignore as much as possible. Your hands go back to his shaft, gently pressing a screw in and Boothill lets out a loud hiss, his dick twitching in your hand.

“Darlin’ you’re teasin’ me.” He grunts before peering down at you through half-lidded eyes.

You don’t say anything, making sure to work carefully at his dick, making sure everything is functioning. As you trail your hand along the underside of his shaft, Boothill’s thigh twitches, pushing against your head and forcing your face closer to his cock.

You let out a squeal of surprise, eyes darting up to Boothill, whose face is flushed a warm pink with his teeth pulled between his lips. “Didn’t know this would affect you this much.” You murmur, a playful edge in your voice. You hate to admit it, but you’re already half-hard from being so close to Boothill and working on him in such an… intimate way.

“Shut it, darling.’” The cyborg grunts, and you laugh at the way his hands curl into fists beside him. “Haven’t felt like this in a while.”

“I can tell.” You hum, tapping his tip a few times and smirking at the loud moan that leaves his lips.

“Fudging—” Boothill grunts, his hand grabbing tightly at your shoulder as you stand up. “Such a fudgin’ tease, aren’t ya, sweetie?”

“Dunno what you're talking about Boothill.” You say, feigning innocence. “Sitting up from your kneeling position you grab the remote. “Any idea what this is?” You question, showing it to Boothill.

He eyes it carefully before shrugging. “Nah, got no clue.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You huff. “Cause I found it inside you.”

Boothill gapes at you, his jaw going slack. “Inside me!?” He roars. “And you just—just took it out!? What if I need that to live?!”

“Relax, cowboy,” you groan, his loud voice getting on your nerves slightly, “it wasn’t connected to anything, and you seem pretty fine now.”

Boothill glares at you seemingly having forgotten about his rock-hard erection standing tall against his metal abs. “Give it here.” He says, making a ‘give’ motion with his fingers. He practically snatches it from your hand the instant you’re within arm's reach, his hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer as he grabs at the remote. “Hmm…” He hums, inspecting it in his hands. Slowly, he slides the panel down, revealing two short words that make the two of you gasp.

“Censorship… Control.” Boothill reads, and you instantly snatch the remote into your hands.

“Hey!” Boothill yells! “Wait a darn minute—I need that!”

“No,” you respond flatly, “you don’t. Whoever built in that censorship must’ve done it for a reason—”

“Yeah!” Boothill grunts. “To annoy the fudge outa me!” He growls again, desperately trying to reach for the remote again. “Oh, fudgin’ give it! What’ll it take for you to give me the darn thing.”

You grin.

Finally, he asked.

“I think a good enough payment would be to test out this new dick of yours.”

Boothill’s expression turns from anger and annoyance to a smirk in the blink of an eye. His hands are no longer grabbing at the remote, and instead resting on your waist. “Oh?” He coos. “Didn’t know you liked me that much.” He smirks, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “But a test drive would be so much more fun if I had my swearin’ back. Think of all the dirty lil’ things I could say to you, hm?”

Your face flushes as you feel Boothill’s cool breath fan over your ear. “I bet you'd really like if I turned it off, be able to swear to your heart’s content” You do your best to stand your ground, ignoring the blood that rushes to your cock and the way your pants grow tight. “But I think I can think of a better way to put your mouth to use.”

Boothill growls lowly, his grip moving from your waist to your ass to give it a harsh squeeze. “Turn it off and I might just show you what this mouth of mine is capable of.”

“Hmph.” You grunt. “Fine. Let's see how dirty this mouth of yours can get, Boothill." You whisper, your warm breath fanning over his chest. With that, you’re flicking his censorship off, once again leaving Boothill free to say whatever he wants.

“Atta boy.” He growls.

Boothill’s eyes narrow as you flick the remote, effectively ending his censorship. Your face flushes, watching his lips pull into a wide grin as he grips your ass, tugging down your pants and leaving them dropped at your ankles. “Don’t worry whore, I’ll show you just how good I am.” Boothill growls, his voice dropping an octave. “I’ll have you screaming my name while you’re wrapped ‘round my cock.”

You don’t say anything, only pressing your face further into his neck.

“I’ll tell you every dirty word, every filthy thought that crosses my mind while I pound into your tight fucking hole.” Boothill groans, starting to tug down your boxers too.

And suddenly, like he only now could process the extent that he could speak, Boothill is tugging you away from him only to press his lips harshly into you, murmuring into the kiss as he does. “You little slut, I’m gonna fuck you till you’re stuffed fuckin’ full of my dick. You’ll be drenched in your own cum, worshiping my cock, begging for more.” He lets out a loud groan, pulling away. “And don’t think you can fuckin’ hide, ‘cause I’ll take you right here an’ now, on your stupid workbench.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, watching the sight of your absolute arousal dripping down your dick.

“Look at you, so fuckin’ hard.” He wraps his palm around your cock, giving it a sharp tug before pulling his hand away only to return with a sharp slap against your tip. “Bet you’d pull your pants down for anyone on the street, like a common whore.”

You whine, knees buckling at the slap. You collapse onto Boothill’s chest, letting out a plethora of pathetic sounds as you do.

“Aww.” Boothill coos, lifting your chin to face him. “This weak already?”

He grips your body, getting off your workbench only to lay you on top of it. You lay flat on your tummy, with you face pressed into the thin padding of the workbench.

“You’re gonna be a good boy now, an’ take what I give you, ‘kay?” Boothil says, bending your knees to push your ass into the air. His finger teases your puckered hole, tracing your rim, but never pushing anything in,

“Boothill.” You whine. “Put it in already!”

“What’d I say?” Boothill growls, bringing down a hand against your ass in a harsh spank. “That you’re gonna take what?”

“T-Take what you give me!” You whine, pressing your face into the cushion in embarrassment.

You can’t believe what’s currently happening. Here you are, face down and your ass in the air as Boothill eases a finger into your tight hole, occasionally giving mean spanks against your balls and ass.

Eventually, Boothill presses his first finger in. The feeling makes you gasp out, your back arching against the workbench. His fingers are so thick. You whine out, instinctively rocking your hips against his fingers.

“That’s it.” Boothill praises, bringing a hand to rub your back gently. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, like a good lil’ whore.” He presses in another finger, beginning to match the pace of your hips as he curls them.

He thrusts them in and out, and in and out until you’re seeing stars. Your eyes are rolled back, drool slipping from your lips as you moan and writhe against Boothill’s hand. He curls his fingers, easily finding your prostate and laughing cruelly when your dick twitches.

“Fuck, you’re so easy.” He moans, watching you fuck against his fingers. Slowly, he grabs his new metal dick, dragging the cool tip across the crack of your ass. You whine, your eyes squeezing shut at the cold sensation.

“Boothill!” You moan out. “D-Don’t stop, I—I’m so close!”

“Oh?” He questions. “And who told you that you had any right to tell me what to do?”

Just like that, he’s pulling his fingers away from you. You’re a whining, crying mess at that. Sobbing about how you needed his fingers, his dick, his anything to make you come. “Please!” You beg. “Need t’cum so badly!”

“Really?” Boothill smirks. “If that’s really what you want…” He tugs you off the workbench, watching you fall to the floor into a pathetic heap. “Then beg me for it.”

You nod eagerly, instantly getting on your knees and kissing against Boothill’s hard cock. The rough concrete of the floor is painful against your bare knees, but you can make due.

You’re quick to take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool metal before pressing your lips slightly lower. Your tongue presses down, forced to drag along his underside the more you take him in.

You blink up at Boothill, tears welling in your eyes as you plead with him to help you. Help you. Use you. It didn’t matter.

Boothill lets out a tsk before grabbing your hair harshly. “What happened to the smart mechanic I knew so well? When’d he get replaced by this cock-hungry bitch who can’t even suck dick to save his life?”

At that, Boothill’s pressing your face all the way down. Your nose pokes at the cold metal of his pelvis before he’s pulling you back and thrusting his dick deep down your throat. He sets a quick pace, fucking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a fleshlight for him to use and throw away at his disposal.

Your jaw hangs slack, tongue forcefully dragging along the metal of his cock. Drool slips from your lips but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when your mouth is being stuffed full. Boothill’s pace quickens and you moan weakly around his cock, feeling something poke at your own.

From what you manage to see through the corner of your eye, Boothill is stepping on your dick, rubbing the sole of his dirty shoe against your tip as it leaks precum all over the rough concrete. The feeling of his shoe on your dick, his cock stuffing your mouth—it’s all enough to send you over the edge.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your cock twitching pathetically under Boothill’s shoe as you shoot ropes of cum from your tip. Some of it sticks to the bottom of his shoe, and some squirts farther. Boothill laughs, rubbing his shoe harder into your dick, watching you whine around his cock.

“C’mon slut, you can take it. This is the payment you wanted, so don’t go crying on me now.”

© KISSENTURINE. do not translate, plagiarize, edit, or repost

[manikas-whims]

request for LADS

what if u have to fake date the guys for some reason but its starts becomin difficult for ur heart cuz you start catching feelings

thank you 🙏

thanks for this request! ♡ i went a lil overboard with this LOL. WARNING ⚠️ long post..

Fake Dating the Love and Deepspace men but you start catching feelings

ZAYNE

❄️ Tara keeps trying to set you up with one of her colleagues, and no matter how subtle she acts about it, you're getting tired of it. Thus, you come to this decision! You request Zayne to play your fake boyfriend for a while.

❄️ The matter of his own feelings aside, Zayne just thinks that fake dating someone to avoid potential dates is incredibly crazy. “You can simply ask your friend to stop.”

❄️ His suggestion is baffling. You feel like an idiot for ignoring the obvious solution. But only a moment later realize that even asking her to stop won't likely deter Tara. At least not until she sees you with a person better than any of her chosen candidates.

❄️ So you decide to let go of the little self-respect you have and beg Zayne to do this for you. He is amused by this ridiculous proposition but agrees nonetheless since he can never really say no to you.

❄️ It's an amazing experience cause Zayne is the perfect boyfriend anyone could ever ask for— handsome, smart, caring, strict when needed, protective and very accommodating.

❄️ The first time Tara meets him, her eyes literally glow with admiration. And she pats your back like a proud aunt, winking suggestively as she does so.

❄️ However, Zayne has always been great at adapting to the situations at hand and soon your arrangement starts becoming a bit of a problem for your delicate heart.

❄️ It is one thing to show him off to your colleagues. But Zayne has started doing stuff like dropping you home everyday after work, his only explanation being “that's what he would do if he was your REAL boyfriend”.

❄️ And this isn't all. He's taking breaks in the afternoon to have lunch with you everyday and make sure you don't miss any meals. He slips your hand inside his coat pocket on particularly colder days. He even focuses on the little things like wiping a coffee stain from your bottom lip or gently pushing the stray strands of hair behind your ear. All this while, his explanation is: it's what he would do if he were your real boyfriend. And you aren't sure your heart will manage long if this goes on.

❄️ The real issue arises when one of your colleagues point out how they've never seen you kiss. And this makes Tara perk-up too.

❄️ In your defense, you spout some nonsense about how Zayne is kinda shy by nature and doesn't believe in PDA much. “When we're alone, he's very passionate.”

❄️ This leads to Tara and a bunch of colleagues secretly tailing you when Zayne comes to pick you up one evening. For they also wanna see this passionate side of him.

❄️ “Um..Zayne, can we kiss?” You whisper, your eyes averted, and fingers fiddling in nervousness. Its not that you are worried about the "kissing" part. Thats easy. You are actually worried about kissing Zayne.

❄️ As for Zayne, he is confused and shocked at first. Even blushes a little. But thanks to his perceptive nature, he quickly spots your colleagues and understands.

❄️ So as you clumsily teeter closer to him and raise yourself on your feet to reach his height, he chuckles at your efforts as well as the pained expression on your face.

❄️ “Relax.” He commands and magically, his words do calm your nerves a little.

❄️ He smiles then, his big arms wrapping smoothly around your waist as he lowers his head and lets his lips gently linger against yours, igniting a desire within you.

❄️ When he finally pulls back moments later, you nearly loose your footing.

❄️ This is it. The last shred of your sanity blown away. It may have only been a few moments but the kiss leaves an impact on you. Your heart can't take it anymore. Because you enjoyed the kiss more than you should have. And its made you realise that you may have actual feelings for Zayne.

XAVIER

⭐ There's this creepy resident at your apartment complex who's been trying to make moves on you but he's just been so nice and subtle about it that you have no idea how to turn him down. Thus, instead of that, you ask Xavier to play your fake boyfriend for a while.

⭐ “This doesn't seem like a good idea.” He says, hesitantly scratching his cheek.

⭐ Xavier also believes beating the shit out of the guy is a better option, and a permanent solution. But again, you can't do that because the guy hasn't actually done anything threatening or concerning. Thus, any sort of unwarranted violence against such a guy will only result in more problems for Xavier and You.

⭐ So Xavier sighs, and nods with a smile. “Fine. What do you need me to do?”

⭐ “Just do things only a boyfriend would do whenever that guy is around.” You tell him and he nods.

⭐ And so it starts with you dragging Xavier out for morning laps and evening walks around the complex, and you always make sure to hold onto Xavier's arm whenever you spot the strange guy.

⭐ But as the days go by, you sense as if Xavier may be a little too good at his new job.

⭐ One evening as you are working out at the gym on the top floor of the apartment complex, the guy walks in and approaches you. To your annoyance, he begins his usual small talk. But he's barely strung two words together when you feel the warmth of a hand gliding along your waist.

⭐ You look up to find Xavier, his clothes sweaty from workout. He tucks his chin on top off your head, his arm around your waist tightening ever so slightly. “Do you know this guy?”

⭐ It takes a moment for you to realise you're gawking! At the same guy you had asked to pretend to be your boyfriend. And it's not just his fingers stroking circles on your belly but also the way his voice sounds more intimate!??

⭐ Quickly, you compose yourself and stammer a response. “N-Not really. He's a resident just like us.”

⭐ And with that said, you're being steered out of the gym, Xavier's arm never leaving your waist.

⭐ Ever since you've known him, he rarely breaches your personal space without permission. A gentleman through and through. It's you who's been messing with his hair, squishing his cheeks and poking his chest to tease him all this time.

⭐ But ever since you asked him to play boyfriend, he's the one initiating skinship at the most unexpected moments. It's as if this fake dating arrangement has given him a free pass to do everything he usually holds back from.

⭐ Now he holds your hand whenever you're walking together, idly plays with your hair strands when hanging out at your place, and ALWAYS makes sure his arms are around your waist or face nuzzling your neck in the presence of that strange guy.

⭐ You may have been the one who requested him to do this but you aren't so sure about this whole thing anymore.

⭐ A few weeks have passed but the guy is persistent. Now he's always trying to find you when he's sure Xavier won't be around.

⭐ “It's not working. We need to do something more convincing.” You say in a deflated tone. You and Xavier are standing in the hallway of your floor, having just returned from a mission.

⭐ And that creep is lurking at the end of the floor by the elevator, waiting for Xavier to leave so he can ask you out yet again.

⭐ Xavier tucks a hand under his chin, his nose scrunching in thought. “Something more you say..”

⭐ Then in the very next moment, he pushes you against your own apartment door, a hand coming to rest upon it to keep you in place; his other hand gently cradles your face, arching it slightly before he presses his lips against your own.

⭐ Only a moment later he pulls away, then kisses you again. This time with more fervor than needed to fake it. And when he breaks the kiss again, his lips gravitate towards your neck.

⭐ “Xa..Xavier..?” You're stunned. You're not even sure how you are meant to react.

⭐ Xavier pushes away from you slightly and turns his head, his gaze directed right at the strange man. “She’s mine.” He asserts.

⭐ The man is as shocked as you are and immediately runs away.

⭐ Xavier looks back at you and flashes his usual soft smile. “This should convince him enough.”

⭐ Seriously!? Who cares about that guy anymore? Your heart is the most convinced that you may possibly be falling for Xavier.

RAFAYEL

🌊 “Miss Bodyguard, would you like to date me?” Rafayel asks one day out of the blue, and you are left feeling equal parts flustered and confused because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?

🌊 He enjoys watching you trying to act nonchalant when your fidgety movements and flushed cheeks clearly tell him otherwise.

🌊 Finally he explains how he has accumulated quite the fanbase, thanks to not just his art but his gorgeous looks. And now these same loving fans are becoming slightly toxic with how they stalk him around, making it impossible for him to even go out in peace. Aa such, he wants to promote you from the position of his bodyguard to fake girlfriend.

🌊 You don't like the sound of it. You can already smell trouble from afar but you know he'll keep pestering until you relent. So you agree to it in the end.

🌊 Only later you realise what you've actually gotten yourself into.

🌊 Rafayel is already kinda clingy by nature but now that you've agreed to his dating charade, he's fully taking advantage of it.

🌊 Everytime he drags you out to a public spot, he makes sure that the two of you hold hands. And rather than going to places that may inspire him for his paintings, he drags you to expensive fashion brands stores.

🌊 Even as you refuse to let him buy any of it, he makes you try on the outfits for hours, making you turn this way and that, asking you to pose in specific ways as he snaps numerous photographs (which he'll definitely use as reference for his portraits of you). And just when you think it's over with all the fancy clothes, he makes you try on footwear next.

🌊 He's also buying you all these gifts you never asked for. He's basically spoiling you with things you can't otherwise afford.

🌊 He's also posting a lot of cringe yet cutesy couple photos with you on his social media accounts.

🌊 And you may not admit it but you are beginning to enjoy being spoilt like this.

🌊 Weeks pass without you even realising. This arrangement is becoming more and more dangerous for your heart. Because lets be honest Rafayel may be enjoying playing around with you like this but the same can't be said for you. You know that if this goes on any longer, your heart is bound to make space for him.

🌊 “How much longer do we need to keep this up?” You ask one day.

🌊 He merely winks at you. “Just a little longer.”

🌊 You try your best to keep your emotions in check. You just need to endure him and his charm for a little longer. Heck! You kill wanderers for a living so the matters of heart shouldn't be anymore difficult than that. Right? Right?

🌊 Oh how foolish you are.

🌊 It happens during a private gala Rafayel is invited to and of course as his “girlfriend”, you're supposed to go with him.

🌊 That, and the other reason being this crazy musician who will be there. Apparently she's been hitting on Rafayel for a while now, and your appearance may finally make her retreat.

🌊 So there, amidst the crowd of snobbish strangers, Rafayel asks you for a dance. And in the dim glow of the hall, paired with a slow, romantic tune, he feels closer than he is. And it happens..your resolve falters.

🌊 He wiggles a brow towards the corner of the room, and surely enough, you spot the aforementioned crazy musician. Indeed, she doesn't seem very happy with the way Rafayel has his arms around you.

🌊 And to deliberately spur her further, he lowers his head. His breath is ticklish along your skin as he whispers in your ear. “You’ve moved along quite well to my tune. You're a good dancer.”

🌊 For some reason, you don't like those words. Rafayel complimenting you so freely cannot be a good sign.

🌊 “Just endure a little longer, Miss Bodyguard. Tonight will be the last run of this charade.”

🌊 Then he tucks a lose strand of hair behind your ear and leans his face in, his lips gently brushing along yours before pressing harder.

🌊 The kiss is slow and lingering, just like the song being played. But it seems that the moment you begin to give in and truly relish it, the moment ends. He pulls away and smiles.

🌊 Yet you can't muster enough strength to smile back for its happened. Your resolve is broken. Your heart has already reserved the best spot for him. And you aren't ready to let go of this charade any time soon..

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CONTRAILS OVER THE FARMHOUSE 🍰

Farmer Sukuna x Farmer Fem Reader

Summary: Volunteering turned into full-time recruitment. Living on the farm has been one of the most exhilarating experiences of your life; there is always a new task to pursue. You had gotten comfortable in your secluded life, accepting the rural way of living. In every aspect, nature will always be better than the city. While living in the farmhouse, your relationship with the owner had blossomed far greater than you would have expected. A sweetheart who masks himself away behind stone walls is much more complex than he seems.

Word count: 4.4k

Contains: Boss x employee, developing relationship, Ryomen Sukuna as a human, modern life AU (no curses), Sukuna is not Yuji, fluff, praise, size difference, smut, unprotected, penetrative sex, creampie, mentions of blood (brief), aftercare, affection.

Note: spring -> summer fics coming in strong — title based off of chemtrails over the country club

What started as two months’ worth of volunteering turned into a full year. You transitioned from unpaid assistance to securing a job on the farm you had gotten to know so well. It was a stunning stretch of land, a breath of fresh air when compared to the polluted atmosphere of the city. From the cattle to the crops, everything won you over. Your duty today is to maintain the greenhouse—potentially your favourite secluded spot. The sun shines in through the glass and you carefully treat all growing crops, ensuring they have what they need to healthily grow. Pests aren’t common here; these crops are heavily maintained. The man you work for seems to have everything under control despite working alone for all of these years—this is the first time he considered employing anyone to assist him.

Sukuna was a mystery. He can be distant but also shows his tolerance to you; sometimes you’re uncertain whether he wants you here or if he feels pressured to accept your request to join him. Since there was no other suitable place to house you, he allowed you to move into his spare bedroom. Your room is decently decorated and you have more than enough space to store your personal belongings; the natural wooden bed frame and wooden furniture pieces strip away any hints of modern living. He’s stuck in the past; not only does he still own a box TV, there is no Wi-Fi. Signal out here is abysmal; any emergency calls would receive better results if they were muttered as a prayer.

Slinging off your gloves, you loosen one of the straps of your overalls and take your work boots off before entering. The smell of food simmering on the stove wafts through and your stomach grumbles. You stroll into the kitchen and catch Sukuna in the middle of seasoning the meal, spinning around when he senses your presence in the room. Sukuna was old—older than you. While you’re twenty-six, he’s thirty-four—almost a complete decade over you. His hair was an ashy tone and his body remains littered with the tattoos he got when he was younger; he wasn’t a bad-looking man at all; he was the opposite. The ribbon at the back of his apron came loose so you quickly fixed it, tightening it properly.

“Everything okay in the greenhouse?” Sukuna places the cutlery on the dinner table, motioning you to take a seat. The two of you have dinner together every night—as well as breakfast, lunch, and any snacks you crave at the same time.

“Mhm’, everything is great. The tomatoes are looking healthy.”

“Good, those things gave me the most problems last time. How are the flowers?” Growing flowers is not something Sukuna usually does. Upon your request, he permitted you to plant some to your liking.

“Not ready to bloom yet but they’re okay. What’s for dinner?”

“Beef stew, got the meat fresh today.” He flashes his teeth while pouring the stew into the respective bowls using the ladle. His portion sizes are far larger than yours—his body requires more nutrients for him to work sufficiently.

“Let me get a taste—” You grab your spoon and waddle over to him, only to be held back by your forehead to create distance.

“Not so fast, little lady. Wait for it to be on the table,” He ruffles your hair and shoves past you while placing the bowls down, chuckling to himself while you stand there in disbelief, “Don’t throw a tantrum before your dinner; how old are you?”

“I should be asking you that,” You roll your eyes and sink into the chair facing him, watching as he takes the first spoonful, “You just wanted the first taste!”

“I already had the first taste before you came home; it’s fuckin’ delicious.” He wipes the corner of his mouth clean with his thumb and continues shovelling the stew into his mouth.

You raise the spoon and take a sip, eyes widening when you realise his words are truthful. This was a well-done meal; the flavour and the soft texture of the beef was a perfect combination, an almost addictive combination of food and flavour. It didn’t take Sukuna long to finish his bowl while yours was still half full, catching a glimpse of him staring at the food you had remaining. You slide his bowl over and pour out half of yours, passing it back to him while he beams at you. The wrinkles caused by the movement of his muscles reveal the scar on the side of his face—a result of the deformity he was born with which was removed while he was a child. It wasn’t too noticeable, but the size always shocks you when it is brought to your attention. As soon as both bowls were empty, you gathered them and took them to the sink; since he cooks, you opted to do the dishes—dividing the workload fairly.

“I’ll be in the living room.” Sukuna hums before departing from the dining room, leaving you to put the utensils away.

Ensuring the bowls are spotless, you wipe them down with a cloth before placing them back into the cupboard. The TV is blaring and Sukuna has his feet up, taking up the entire length of the sofa. You put your hands on your hip and he grunts, moving his legs so you can take your seat. Sukuna had stripped down to his tank top, his fingers tapping against the arm of the sofa while his eyes were glued to the screen. His favourite survival show is playing, seemingly putting him in a better mood than he’s in most days. He readjusts his sitting position and drags you closer; he always lectures you about keeping your distance all of the time.

“Are you still scared of me? I don’t bite.” Sukuna cocks his head aside while one of his hands massage your shoulder, relieving the stiff muscles.

“You’re not scary.” You rest your head against his bicep and your eyes automatically flutter shut.

“How have you worn yourself out?”

“Don’t know, I’m just tired. I might have to go to bed.” You rub your eyes and go to stand, but his grip keeps you seated.

“Can you wait till this ends? It only has half an hour left.”

“Are you lonely, Sukuna?” You say sarcastically. Recently, the two of you have been joined at the hip—you’re struggling to find any time when you’re alone.

“Wouldn’t you be? Been out here by myself for years; it’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if she’s bitchy sometimes.”

“I prefer to call it bossy.”

“Whatever, both mean the same thing.”

While your relationship with Sukuna is mainly platonic, there have been a few drunken occasions where the two of you have shared kisses—nothing more. When it happens, it is never spoken about, leaving it to linger in your mind. You gaze up at him and he grins, pressing his forehead to yours. He has always been touchy with you from the get-go, something you had to rapidly adapt to.

“Who are you looking at like that?” He flicks your cheek while his fingers brush over your skin.

“You’re getting scruffy.”

“I wasn’t aware I was obligated to shave for you.” He scratches his jaw and clasps your hand in his, placing it against the side of his face.

“It tickles.” You graze your fingers up and down the prickly pieces of stubble while he nudges you closer.

“Do I suit it?”

“Makes you look older than you are,” You taunt—in reality, he suits it exceptionally, “Why are you in such a good mood?”

“Am I not allowed to be happy?”

“I didn’t say that—”

“Be a good girl and stay quiet. You’re going to make me miss the end of my show.” He hoists you onto his lap and cradles your head close to his.

“You are so out of touch with reality.”

“This is my world out here, angel. You’re part of it; things work how I want them to.”

“I can’t see the TV like this—”

“Shh,” He continues stroking the back of your head, pressing a kiss to the top, “Don’t fuss now.”

“Why do you treat me like an incompetent child?”

“Because you act like one. You can’t do a single thing for yourself without instructions from me.”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to mess things up for you, Sukuna. This is your source of income.”

Rather than replying, he just hums and holds you in place. There is no use wriggling while trapped in his grasp; he easily overpowers you in physical strength. Though you can’t see the screen since your face is tucked into the crook of his neck, you can still hear the dialogue and the occasional ads playing between breaks. Your breathing slows and your body grows limper as you drift off in the drowsiness, only to be snapped out of it when Sukuna finally decides to strike up a conversation again.

“There she is,” He pulls you back and smiles at your exhausted features. Your eyes can barely keep themselves open, but this is the part of the day when Sukuna feels he can talk to you without receiving the attitude you usually carry, “Aren’t you just a pretty little thing?”

“I’m tired.” You whine, shifting in his lap in an urgent attempt to escape to bed.

“You look it,” Sukuna snickers, fixing your messy hair, “You going to give me a goodnight kiss before you go?”

Goodnight kisses were a custom here, or at least that’s what he told you. Every night before heading up to sleep, you would kiss him on the cheek—just a peck. You had no reason to question it given the seemingly innocent gesture, so you leaned forward without hesitation. Just as your lips are about to reach his cheek, he spins his head and your lips meet, encapsulating you in a full kiss. Your breath wavers as his lips cast a hypnotic cloud over your mind. For someone so rugged, he knew how to give you exactly what you wanted. Before he has time to boost the intensity, you pull away and swat the string of saliva forming between your two mouths. You gawk at him while he stares back, eyes unable to control themselves from drifting back down to his lips.

“Best get you to bed.” He toys with your fingers individually while you sit there, still processing the interaction.

“Are you going to keep pretending this didn’t happen?”

“Which?” He grins, but you only huff in frustration. You’re beginning to develop feelings for Sukuna, yet he treats it like a game which he decides when to play. He recognises the light parting from your eyes and groans, preparing himself to enter lands he doesn’t wish to tread in, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes, I do. I just want to know why. I can excuse it when we’re drunk—but we’re both sober.”

“I have a hard time controlling myself, that’s why,” You feel his gaze drift down your body while he continues, “I don’t think you understand how difficult this is for a man like me. I’ve been doing everything I can to not make you uncomfortable.”

“Just a struggle constantly admiring something you’ll never have.” He adds, loosening his hold on your waist.

“You’ll never have it because you keep holding yourself back.”

“Yeah? Are you sure you want me to let go?”

“I’m equally as tortured as you are. We should at least give it a try; all we do is lead each other on.”

“Let me make it clear,” He thrusts his hips up, drawing you into a more intimate position, “If anything happens between us, you aren’t exempt from working on the farm.”

“Is that what’s been holding you back?”

“Who would I be without my pretty little helper?” His hand grazes up and down your back as you lower yourself, reconnecting your lips with his.

The two of you were tangled, sloppy kisses in a messy embrace. You were grinding against him while he would shift in his seat, his boner growing exponentially quicker due to how relentlessly your hips moved. Part of your fantasy is being fulfilled—the fantasy he had accidentally constructed by being unable to control his urges. If he had never kissed you all those months ago, you would have never thought about him romantically; the dynamic shifted from only seeing him as your boss to seeing him as a regular person, prompting you to explore his personality. You were able to form an attachment with him, forgetting that he is in charge of your wages. Truth be, he has never treated you as an employee. If there were other workers, they would easily spot the special treatment given to you.

He hoists himself from the sofa while you’re secured in his arms, making his way upstairs to his bedroom. The beauty this house holds is romantic itself, including the sensual activities taking place inside of it. Walls are decorated with century-old paintings, wooden floorboards creaking while he shoves you against the closed door, hands eagerly roaming every inch of your body. A sensation he craved has finally been given to him, a spark of hope that his dreams may be possible. For a man like him, all he has is hope. A fragile thing to store your wishes in, but when it’s your only resort, you’re willing to place a bet on any party—even if it has the potential to fail. All of his life has been hard work; he figured he’d be better out here away from the rest of society, but perhaps he was wrong. He wasn’t fit for the city; it wasn’t made for a man with thoughts that no one else understands. Nowadays, people only believe their own standpoints—he’d be crucified before he let any words exit his mouth.

The mouth that was now suctioning on your neck; your body splayed on his mattress, eyes half-lidded at the overwhelming exposure to his passion. Digesting the layers of Sukuna over time made you realise that he is nothing like the person he portrays himself to be. He has a heart in his chest, but he never thought to use it for love; he let it shrivel, beating only to keep him alive. Your hand finds its way to his hair, digging in and wrapping around strands to maintain a strong hold. He grunts while tugging his pants down, finding your eyes possessing a wholesome gaze while you appreciate every detail of his face. No one had ever looked at him with such sheer adoration; it came as a surprise when his body was unable to process a reaction to it. He slows his speed, realising things moved far too swiftly for his liking.

“Do you want this?” He strokes your face, his lips resting on your hairline, dotting pecks along it, “Be honest. This will mean something to me, so I want it to mean something to you.”

“I do. More than anything, Sukuna. I just didn’t know whether I should’ve said anything—I’m sorry if I sent the wrong signals.”

“Know you say you’re not scared of me, but it’s frightening having feelings when you don’t know if they’re reciprocated, isn’t it?”

“All those times you were harsh made me think you wanted me gone.”

“Don’t say that. I was trying to push you away but I couldn’t find the will in me to carry it out,” He snickers at your previous comment, rubbing his brow bone while admitting the reasons behind his behaviour, “I started to care about you. I didn’t want you to get hurt, but you put up with me.”

“Guess we’re a good match. I’m persistent; your grumpy moods won’t affect me. I’m used to them.” 

“I’m not grumpy; I’m stubborn. Strong-willed if you want to blow me a compliment.” He helps you out of your overalls, now seeing you in your panties and plain shirt kneeling before him.

“You’re grumpy.”

“You’re just a little ball of sunshine, aren’t you? Can’t keep those snarky comments back even when I’m being nice.”

“Good thing you love being in the sun.”

“That was naughty,” He laughs, his husky tone echoing down your ear as you toss your shirt off the bed. Sukuna is rummaging through his bedside table drawers; he knows he has no condoms, but he doesn’t want to lose this opportunity, “You okay without a condom?”

“It’ll be fine,” You scrunch your nose and wrap your arms around him, thriving in his embrace before falling back into the main act, “I haven’t had sex in a while though.”

“Poor you.” He muses, laying you down so your head rests on the pillows. Despite his confident front, he also hasn’t had sex in a handful of years.

Urges don’t disappear despite the lack of sexual activity; he resorted to tending to himself. When you arrived, he knew how wrong it was to think of you so explicitly. You took over his life and it wasn’t purposeful. Whenever he would masturbate, his mind would wander to you—it was out of his control. He felt guilty getting off at the thought of you while you were oblivious; when he’d get up to clean himself off in the bathroom, he’d stop by your room door and stare at you resting peacefully, bidding you a silent apology for viewing you so indecently. There was a part of Sukuna’s life when he believed he didn’t deserve to experience one positive emotion—always too hard on himself due to the treatment he received from others who surrounded him while he was growing up.

The sight of his bare physique was a breathtaking view. Sukuna was a big man—you could tell even while he was clothed. His muscles are more defined than you could initially imagine. To maintain his image, he often bulks to boost his muscle size. With all the physical labour he does, it works perfectly in his favour; you can tell he’s almost to his desired form but not quite—some of his chunkiness remains. Part of you hopes he’ll keep it, but it’s unlikely that he has control over it. If he doesn’t do the heavy-duty work, no one else will. His lower abdomen has a poorly trimmed trail of hair—sometimes you wonder whether Sukuna knows how to take care of himself properly. He treats himself as a machine, hardly making time for the things he wants to do. He removes his dick from his boxers and shamelessly coaxes it in his pre-cum that had leaked from his tip, aiding the much-needed lubrication.

Spreading your legs for you, he makes sure to prepare you to the best of his ability. You were already wet, but taking him may show some difficulty. Due to the size difference, he wonders whether it’s worth attempting to bottom out or whether it will be too much for you to handle. He offers you his hand and you take it, intertwining your fingers to secure the connection of your souls. You squeeze your eyes shut as his tip slowly enters, waiting for him to inch the rest of his length in. Sukuna’s voice soothes you when he hears your whines, guiding you through the pain to discover the bliss.

He somehow reached the deepest point in you, unable to proceed further without witnessing you shift in discomfort. He slides out and re-enters, now working on finding his rhythm. His thrusts were slow but hard, an ideal combination to leave you a moaning mess underneath him. To add, the presence of his fingers on your clit was felt, building up your orgasm. 

“Open your eyes,” He pinches your hand and your eyelashes flutter open, locking on his lips as they head towards you, “That’s my girl.”

He traps you in a kiss, his tongue making its way into your mouth as you struggle to return the affectionate gesture, too busy relishing in the pleasure your body is experiencing. Your stomach was coiling together due to how gently he was handling you, a stark contrast for a rough man. Sukuna was desperately trying to bottom out; your cunt was making it difficult for him. Every chance he takes to push further, your walls tighten and he retreats.

“Come on, angel. Loosen up,” He draws near and peppers pecks on your face, “Won’t you do it for me?”

“Can’t.” You murmur, crushing his hand with all your might while he continues to try.

“Yes, you can. My girl never gives up.”

“It hurts—” You bite your lip and turn your head aside, attempting to suppress the whimper threatening to spill.

“I know it does, I know. You’re taking me so well; hold out a little longer, yeah?” His tone was silvery, your skin tingling from his words. While he’s talking, he notices himself slipping in further.

“That’s it, just a bit more,” His hands brush over your nipples while he kneads your breasts, distracting you from the pain, “Think about how good it’ll feel when you’re stuffed with my dick.”

“You like that? Want me to cum deep inside you, fuck it in further when I’m done.” The more he talks down at you, the hotter your body becomes. You had never been flustered by dirty talk before, but with him—it’s a different story.

“Look,” He spins your head forward and your eyes drift down, “Told you that you could take it all.”

He lifts your hand and presses it down on your lower abdomen, holding it there while he thrusts in and out. You feel the movement created by him, in awe your body was able to accept him in the first place.

“Shit— Sukuna,” You gasp, jaw trembling as it hangs open, “I’m going to tear something!”

“You’re not, baby. You’ll get used to it. Your pussy hasn’t had much attention in a while, has it?” He muses, intending it to be as condescending as it sounded, “Didn’t think you’d be one to get off on praise. All those times I’ve complimented you probably had you soaked.”

“Don’t!— You’re an asshole.” You confirmed he cracked you, now opening up several new opportunities for him.

“You don’t like being teased? That’s a shame,” Sukuna’s lip twists up, a deadly smirk for a woman in your position to see, “I love playing with pretty girls like you. That gorgeous—” Sukuna’s eyes widen when an unexpected moan comes from his mouth, interrupting his sentence.

“Have you seen what you’re doing to me? Out of every girl I’ve slept with, I’ve never slipped up like that.”

“You feel so good.” You mutter, repeating your statement several times to fill the silence.

All of his stamina was depleting; his orgasm was approaching far quicker than he expected. Rutting into you becomes a sloppy task; he lets his groans fill your ear while he lowers his body to yours. You were almost pressed to him, losing yourself as he chased his high. Your orgasm was released a while ago, now ramping up to a second one with the angle his tip is hitting inside. Thrust after thrust, he slowly came undone, his cum shooting inside of you. Your cunt squeezed him, draining his dick dry as it consumed everything he had to give. After a final few weak thrusts to push his cum deeper, he pulls out of you and stares down at your body. Your eyes were shut and your chest was heaving, arms limp when he raised and dropped them.

“Fucked the life out of you?” Sukuna lifts you, kneeling while you sit up, floppy limbs supported by him.

“Too big.” In better lighting, Sukuna notices the tear trails that mark your face.

“Shit,” As his eyes examine you, he notices a light amount of blood smeared up your inner thigh, “Lie down, I’ll be back.”

As soon as he let go, you allowed yourself to fall back, snuggling up to the pillow while he disappeared from the room. His bedroom was much nicer than yours, a lot larger too. The cat bed is placed next to his closet; Sukuna recruited the house cat when you grew an attachment to it, refusing to let her go. She enjoys roaming around the house, often paying visits to you when you’re trying to sleep. Returning with a damp cloth, he wipes your legs clean and checks his sheets, relieved none made it that far. Since there’s some spare time remaining, he climbs into bed with you and takes you into his arms. You snuggle up to him instantly and burrow your head under his chin, drifting off to rejuvenate lost energy.

Sukuna finds himself smiling while you rest on him, your bodies completely bare, sharing the vulnerability. He has always labelled himself responsible for you—now more so than ever. You trust him enough to allow him to see you so intimately; that’s one thing you won’t regret. A man of values is forever loyal. Despite being worn out, there were still tasks dwindling on the farm. Allowing your fifteen-minute nap, he eventually shakes you up. You climb out of bed first and snatch his boxers and button-up shirt, dressing yourself in his clothes. He furrows his brows while retrieving his tank top and a fresh pair of boxers, doing himself up while watching you intently.

“You’ll get cold.” Sukuna hands you one of his coats and you slide your arms in, now dashing downstairs to the door to put your boots back on.

“It’s nearly summer—it’s not that bad out.” You suck your lower lip in and burst out the door, beaming back at Sukuna while he follows your lead.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” In all his years he has never experienced anyone attempt to run while facing backwards; your playful ways never fail to stun him.

“Catch me!” You take off, travelling towards the barn while he shakes his head. You were a great distance up the field, but he knew he’d easily catch up to you.

Your spirit was wild, living freely rather than tying yourself down with the worries of life. Unlike Sukuna, he takes a grounded approach; he’ll harbour all the tragedies if it allows you to keep that innocence burning inside you. Picking up his pace, he sprints after you, noticing you trip over your own foot and sprawl out flat in the grass. He dropped down on top of you, sharing your giggle as he held your head close to his. Two troubled spirits tied into one, a relationship blooming much like the budding flowers in the greenhouse, the start of a delightful new beginning, an opportunity to alter life for the better. Unhinged, raw love awaiting; a blessing for a man who thought he’d never experience sharing that with someone he valued.

[hoshifighting]

Synopsis: Nerd!Jeonghan finds himself desperate when one of the jocks takes his cell phone form his hands, the cell phone that is open to your conversation, afraid that the jock will expose your privacy. Jeonghan, the good boy, ended up at the principal's office.

This is a part 3 of Nerd!Jeonghan – Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Warnings: The jocks are bullies, suggestive content, nudes.

Ever since you and Jeonghan had sex, things had changed between you two, but in a good way. He was more confident, sending you more messages, and taking the initiative to talk to you. During class, he'd often text you after finishing his work, and you'd share secret glances, especially when the messages were funny.

Today, you were texting him after your P.E. class while he was in the middle of his lesson, eyes glued to his phone. Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed his phone. It was one of the jocks—again.

Jeonghan's heart raced, especially because the phone was open to your contact. He didn’t want the guy to invade your privacy, especially considering the intimate photos you sent him sometimes.

“Why so worried, Jeonghan? Did Y/n send you something I shouldn’t see?” the jock sneered, dodging Jeonghan’s attempts to reclaim his phone.

The more the jock scrolled, the more Jeonghan’s anxiety grew. He began reading out loud one of the compromising messages: "Can't wait to see you tonight, my love, I was thinking about you all day and—"

Before he could finish, Jeonghan’s fist collided with the jock’s face, making him stumble back in shock. The class went silent, everyone’s eyes on them. Jeonghan grabbed his phone from the jock’s loosened grip and bolted out of the classroom into the hallway. The jock, now fuming with anger, chased after him.

When you left the locker room, you noticed a commotion. Jeonghan’s name was on everyone’s lips, and that made you worry. His name wasn't often mentioned, so if it was now, something serious must have happened.

You began searching for him around the school, your anxiety growing with each passing minute. Just then, your phone buzzed with a message from Jeonghan: I’m in the principal’s office.

You opened the door to the principal's office and stepped inside. The principal glanced up at you, her expression stern. James and Jeonghan sat in front of her, and to your surprise, Mina, one of your friends, was also there.

"What happened?" you asked, looking at the principal.

Before Jeonghan could speak, the principal explained, "Jeonghan punched James during class. It was quite a disturbance."

You were shocked. "Jeonghan punched someone?"

Mina chimed in, "He punched James because he was reading out loud from Jeonghan’s phone. He was invading his privacy and being a complete jerk about it."

You turned to the principal, concern etched on your face. "You're not giving Jeonghan a suspension, right? This would go on his college record."

The principal sighed. "I was going to, but Mina showed me a video she recorded of the whole incident. It clearly shows James provoking Jeonghan. So, Jeonghan is released."

James stood up, but the principal quickly added, "No, James, you stay. We need to discuss your behavior."

As you all left the office, you turned to Mina, gratitude evident in your eyes. "Thank you so much, Mina."

"No problem," she said with a smile before heading off, leaving you and Jeonghan alone in the now empty hallway.

Without saying a word, you hugged Jeonghan tightly. He hugged you back, his embrace comforting and warm. As you started walking home together, you finally broke the silence.

"I can't believe you punched him," you said, a mix of amusement and disbelief in your voice.

Jeonghan chuckled softly. "I couldn't let him keep reading our messages out loud. He was invading our privacy, and I just… reacted."

"You did the right thing," you assured him, squeezing his hand. "But I'm glad Mina had that video. A suspension would have been terrible."

"And those photos..." Jeonghan began, his voice a bit shy. "They're only mine to see." He avoided looking directly at you, his cheeks tinged with a light blush.

You couldn't help but smile at him, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. You gave his shoulder a playful bump with yours. "Of course, Jeonghan. Those photos are just for you."

Jeonghan let out a small sigh of relief. "It feels good to hear that. I never thought I'd actually punch someone, though."

As you continued walking, the conversation turned lighter, and you both talked about your plans for the weekend, upcoming assignments, and your favorite shows. The atmosphere was easy and comfortable, a stark contrast to the earlier chaos.

When you finally reached your house, you paused at the doorstep, turning to face him. "Do you want to come in for a bit? Maybe we can watch something or just hang out."

Jeonghan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, I'd like that."

You opened the door and led him inside, the familiar surroundings of your home bringing a sense of comfort. As you both settled onto the couch, you leaned in close, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. The TV played softly in the background, but your focus was entirely on each other.

As you both sat on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light, you noticed Jeonghan glancing at you with a curious expression.

"Why are you spacing out?" he asked, his voice gentle but inquisitive.

You should say it? Should you say, that after the worry passed, the simple fact that Jeonghan went so far –as to punch someone because of you–, made you ten times more attracted to him? Was it a good situation to feel that way? Definitely not.

But you can't forget the scene you saw on Mina's cell phone, a confident Jeonghan punching someone in the face, risking everything, afraid that someone would see the risky nudes you send him.

You bit your lip, feeling a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. "It's just… seeing you punch James was very… hot."

Jeonghan scoffed, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Hot? Really?"

You sulked, playfully pushing his shoulder. "Don't judge me."

He leaned in closer, his smirk turning into a soft smile. "I'm not judging you," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "You standing up for yourself like that, so confident and strong… it was really sexy. Made me want you even more."

Jeonghan took a sharp breath, his eyes widening slightly.

"Jeonghan..."

"Hm?"

"I'm wet."

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could I get a headcanon of TWST Savanaclaw boys being completely jealous of mc's cat that they spoil, but then mc one day refers to them as "Daddy" in relation of the cat ex: "Be good for Daddy now kitty"

Parents | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Who needs a cat when you have Grim! But seriously though while he’s still your friend there's a lot about humans he still has to learn and he adores that you baby him all the time. Being like the self-proclaimed single parent to a cat-monster like Grim is no easy task. So it should be nice to pass off the responsibility every once and awhile to a partner of yours. It’s just a joke….but true comedy is there because there’s some manner of truth and that’s what they’re banking on:

Jack Howl

“Okay behave for Papa Jack! I’ll come pick you up when I’m off work!”

“Nya! He’s not my papa!”

“Yeah yeah. Jack just a reminder that can of tuna is only for after he eats his veggies.”

“No! It’s poison! Poison I tell you! Don’t listen to them.”

“N-no problem (Y/n). I’ll care for him with the best of my abilities.”

“Thanks again Jack!”

He really can’t believe what that does for him

The image of your nuclear family with him 

Married with a mischievous little son

It gives him a future to fight for

A life worthy of chasing off his enemies in your attention+

But in his mind it’s already happening 

You’d trust your mate with your child, naturally 

As your mate its only right he do his best to co-parent

“Come Grim, let’s not disappoint (Y/n).”

Leona Kingscholar

“Grim! Just sleep with your Daddy Leona and I’ll be back in the morning.”

“Nooo! I want to go with you!”

“But I can’t bring you Grimy. Besides I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun with every one else in Savannaclaw.”

“Nyahhh!”

“Oi brat don’t bother them anymore, their going to be late.”

“Noooo!”

“Tch, I’m sure Ruggie wouldn’t mind that tuna for himself.”

“Noooo!”

“Then behave brat. Say goodbye then we’re training.”

He doesn’t like kids

But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like making your kids

Especially if it’s what has you running to him like the protector he is

Just keep calling out for him 

Granted he’s not doing it for free

You’ve got to cuddle up to him more than ever

Sleep with him so much you or Grim won’t go anywhere without it being clear he owns you both

He’s not a fan of kids

But kids with you don’t sound horrible

Ruggie Bucchi

“Hishishishi Grim and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Nyah! Don’t leave me with him (Y/n) why can’t I go with you?!”

“It’s okay, Grimmy! Didn’t you hear you and Daddy Ruggie are going to have a good time. I’ll call a little bit later okay. Thanks again Ruggie, I owe ya!”

“Y-y-yeah!”

The thought of you having making kids with him drives him insane

Logistically it’s a terrible idea

He’s got his family back home, he shouldn’t need to add on to it

But the idea is still so enticing

And the bond that comes from this alone surely makes him number #1 in your heart

It also means his sabotage against his competitors is working

Then he’s practically got the ring on your finger now

[hungee-boy]

Our House is Unsafe, Help Us Gain a New Start

Do NOT tag as #d*nation, #m*tual aid, #p*ypal, #c*shapp, etc.

My name is Ross and I'm the oldest child of my family, with whom I currently live with. Our household consists of me, my widowed mother, and my three younger siblings, the youngest being 16. My dad died suddenly in his sleep November of 2021 and since then we have struggled pretty much every day to keep ourselves alive and housed.

Our house, my childhood home, is a 3 bedroom mobile home built in 1990 and for as long as I can remember, it has always been hoarded and falling apart. Over the past few years, we've made significant progress in reducing the hoard and giving us space to live in, but still this is a 30+ year mobile home that is damaged beyond our capability to repair.

Problems that exist currently in our house include:

No working HVAC

Half of the house has no power

Weakened floors due to water and pet damage

Outdoor siding rotting due to plant growth and water damage

Major leaks in the covered porch's roof, causing immense water damage and mold growth

Drywall, ceiling, and flooring damage (our entire kitchen's floor is just plywood now due to damage)

So many other issues that I've honestly lost track

We, of course, originally planned to slowly fix whatever issues had come up, but our plans changed when we came across a deal to purchase a brand new 5 bedroom mobile home for a discounted price. Not only does a new house such as this give us a safe, secure, and clean place to live, but the additional rooms ensure that all of us have our own bedroom and that we have more space to live and work. Currently, me, my mom, and my sister all share the master bedroom, so obviously the concept of all of us having our own privacy is leading us to make this decision more.

Right now, we currently have $2,000 put towards the down payment for the new house, out of a $9,000 down payment. We are able to make payments early and we expected to be able to put money down every month, until my mom's job fucked her over and didn't schedule her for 6 weeks. This greatly put us behind not just on payments for the new house, but also bills and getting my mom's car insured and registered, as it's now a year overdue for both.

I'll do anything for this chance, anything if it means that my family and I can finally have a home we deserve, a home my dad would've wanted for us.

I'm desperate, we're all desperate, for a chance to live normally for the first time in our lives. Living in squalor is all I've known and the opportunity to escape it is honestly the only thing keeping me going right now.

I don't know what I'd do if I'm forced to live in this shithole another year, let alone for the rest of my life. So, please, if you have the means I'd forever be grateful if you donate. If you can't donate, then please share this. It would mean everything to me.

Links:

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Thank you if you read this, thank you if you share, and thank you so so much if you donate.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Saw that you said you like Wes/Tim. Can you write something about it?

Wes isn't sure what he was expecting when it came to being kidnapped by a man who willingly answers to Joker. It was one thing to have your whole city dragged into the realm of the dead; it was another for a random man dressed like a clown to pop up from a portal and hold you at gunpoint.

Portals in Amity Park were so common that people reacted with an escape plan and a phone app to update traffic delays due to ghost attacks. We had just received the notification at Nasty Buyer when the clown burst into the restaurant with a cackle.

He waved his weapon at the people sitting, who only stared at him in confusion. The man did a little introduction, dramatically twirling in place and bowing after shouting, "Hello, people of Amity. Joker here to give all a much-needed sense of humor!"

Joker was trying to be frightening, which only caused a few people to smile amusingly.

No one was scared of a man with a gun, even when he had everyone get on the ground. They all listened, primarily out of curiosity, as he went on a small ramble of humor and one bad day leading to a lifetime regret; after all, every Amity Park civilian wore a Fenton Force Field.

Some even style the belts and bracelets with their outfits.

It barely held back ghost possession on a good day, but small, fast-moving metal? Bullets bounced right off of them.

(Sometimes Wes was grateful the government didn't take Fenton seriously. He shutters to think how they would use their technology in warfare)

That amusement then turned to caution when Joker revealed he wasn't wearing makeup but was actually that skin tone. He was missing the glow, but suddenly they wondered if the man was a ghost, which made him far more dangerous.

The Joker had walked around his hostages, waving a little box computer over their heads. It beeped slightly higher on some but the one that really set off the machine was Danny.

Because, of course, Phantom would mark high on any readings, even if they didn't know what the Joker was checking for. The clown had laughed madly, dragging Danny to his feet and trying to march him out of the restaurant. Everyone watched with even more curiosity, no one bothering to stop the outsider from taking Danny.

Now, Wes isn't much of a hero; he's the type of guy who will run at the first sign of trouble, but he's also very well aware Danny can't go ghost unless he's alone. Being held hostage and kidnapped meant Danny wouldn't have the chance to slip away to become Phantom.

This is a big problem since Phantom is the town hero. The last time the town hero was out of town, the city got abducted into the death realm, and that really cool arcade was turned to pieces. Phantom only handled ghost-related crimes, but Amity rarely saw any crime, and things like these events span generations.

Wes still heard about Old Man Jankins's car being stolen in the '60s by gossiping women at the food market as if it had happened that morning.

The clown's appearance through the portal meant the local police force wouldn't even attempt to save Danny. They would simply wait for Phantom, thinking the clown was some kind of ghost.

Phantom was not coming because his human side was already there as the victim.

As much as he wished people would make the connection between the two- how can you be so blind? All Danny did was dye his hair and put on colored contacts!- he knew no one else realized that Phantom was literally being taken away. So he had to step in.

He rose from the floor, sprinting as hard as possible at the Clown. Throwing his total weight in a tackle, Wes managed to wrap his arms around the Joker, throwing them through the portal and giving Danny a chance to back away.

He figured Danny would pretend to run away- maybe round the restaurant building to the back where the cameras didn't work and fly back in a second as Phantom. He thought falling through the portal wouldn't be an issue since Phantom would fly after them and rescue him.

Wes was not expecting the damn portal to close before they hit the ground on the other side.

He caught a flash of Danny's panic-green eyes just as it was sealing. The ghost had literally just shown up to the scene to watch him vanish from sight.

"You really messed up, my fun kid," the Joker sneered, dragging Wes to his feet. The strange machine he was waving went off as it got closer to him, causing the clown to stop.

He checked the screen, smile stretching wide at what he saw. "Looks like I did end up with a meta after all."

"Meta? What's a meta?" He asks, not even blinking at the sudden increase of guns being aimed at him. There were more people here wearing similar outfits to the Joker, all that armed to the teeth.

The Joker didn't answer him. Instead, he had his goons drag him into a tube, where they started filling up with some kind of tar. Now, here Wes did panic a little. The Fenton Shield could keep him from being shot or beaten, but it would not help him breathe.

He slammed his hands against the glass, screaming as the tar went up to his chest. Across from him, Joker was smiling like a loon while the scattered people working on some machines and computers monitored his reactions with the detached expression of a scientist conducting an experiment.

That's what I am to them. Wes realizes as the tar reaches his chin. He stands on his toes, tilting his head to get air. An experiment. Why are they doing this? Do they work for the GIW? Why take me? I am nowhere near a ghost.

The horrific sensation of drowning is starting to set in as he tries to gather as much air as he can. There is pressure all around him, but the worst is in his chest. Wes's struggles to get out of the tube increase with far more depression, but the black liquid is now in his eyes, and he fears he won't be able to hold his breath for long.

Nothing is wet darkness for a moment, as the burning in his lungs aches. He feels the tar cover his head, meaning he is running out of time. The sound is mutated, and his movements are sluggish. There is this offering moment where he can't tell which way is up or down, and he thrashes about, trying desperately to find an escape, any escape from the sparkling pain that is spreading from his toes to his forehead.

It feels like his entire being was being pulled apart and put back together again.

Just as he thinks he's going to die here- if he becomes a ghost, he will definitely haunt Danny- that the glass shatters. The tar falls outwards once its containment is broken, dragging a weakened Wes with the flow onto the ground.

He gasps in the air hungrily, only realizing what a dumb idea that was as his lungs protest and seize up. His chest rattles with coughs so extreme that Wes can only curl up into a ball, blinking tears away, trying to breathe.

He feels someone push him onto his side, which helps his throat a little, but the coughing doesn't stop. In fact, it becomes worse once he realizes his whole body is rapidly falling out of control because everything is too much all at once.

Around him, shouting and bangs indicate some chaos has exploded alongside the glass, but Wes can barely see through the pain.

He squits up at a teenager wearing a strange outfit and a little mask over his eyes. The guy is saying something but he can't understand him over all his senses being cracked to overdrive.

Wes has never known the world to be so bright, loud, and big. Everything is causing white hot pain to rest behind his eyes. Noises that he had never heard before are assaulting his ears—a car is jamming somewhere, a baby is crying, someone is singing, machines are humming, someone is grinning coffee beans—and he presses his head to the ground, trying to get it all to stop.

The man says something else urgently, but it's drowned out by the office sound of a bug buzzing too loudly to his left. Wes is not prepared for the teen in red and black to pick him up and fling him over his shoulder.

Wow. He's strong.

He quickly carried Wes out of the building. The basketball player could do nothing but let it happen as he bounced slightly over his bony shoulder.

He just makes out the image of a huge bat fling itself at the screaming Joker before everything goes black. Wes is happily surrounded by the blissful silence of the darkness.

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When he arrives, he finds himself in a hospital room. Machines are hooked up to his arms, and he's been changed into a gown. Wes is pleased that the world is not so bright or loud anymore as he blinks around the room in a haze.

Did Danny save him? If so, where were his parents? Why did he wake up alone?

Danny would have stayed with him, at the least. The boy always did whenever Phantom rescued anyone, and people whispered about Danny being far too soft-hearted to be the Ghost Hunters' child.

It takes him a moment to sit up.

His body is aching everywhere as if he had done HIT training with Dash during hell week. It takes a few moments to get his muscles to move without the stinging sensation of a bruise, but after struggling, he can fling his legs over the edge.

Trying to stand is terrible, as his legs give out the second he puts weight on them.

He tries to catch himself on the bedside table, but he misses. His hand instead lands on a little tray, sending everything airborne and crashing along with him.

At once, pain flairs up like his body had been tasered - Dash ones brought a tazer to school, and everyone on the team took turns to feel what it was like. It was stupid but they all boasted they could handle the pain. They couldn't.

The door to his room is flung open as Wes cries out, body spamming in agony.

Hands grip his shoulder- sending more waves of torment through his muscles- as they drag him up. The person, helps him back into the bed, the cool sheets a blessing on his burning skin. "We need a nurse!"

"What happened?" He gasps, trying to get his blurry vision to clear. He can't tell who the blob of unrecognizable blur is, and he certainly didn't realize that voice. Wes isn't even sure they are human. "Where am I?"

"It's okay. You're safe. Batman and Red Robin rescued you. You're in the Drake Hostpial's meta ward."

Meta. There was that word again.

"Who..." His voice catches his breath as Wes struggles to get his vocal cords to function. The ache makes it hard to focus on anything. "Who are you?"

"I'm Tim Drake," Tim whispers to him, likely knowing lowering his voice was easier on Wes' ears. Who knew ears could get sore? "Everything will be alright now."

Wes' eyesight is clear enough to finally focus on Tim's face. He breathes a sigh of relief. He's missing his mask and not dressed like a bizarre spandex performer, but he recognizes the teenager who had carried him out of Joker's strange lab.

Danny didn't save him, but he was safe all the same. This is the last time he played hero.

He offers Tim a grateful smile. "Thank you for rescuing me."

"What?"

Wes goes under the darkness again as the door is burst open by a team of medical staff. He misses Tim's expression of shock, having not expected Wes to clock him as the one that carried him out.

How did this meta-trafficking victim recognize him?

[resu-w-ana]

Merlin noticed it soon after the magic ban was lifted.

Every time someone used magic around Arthur, the king flinched.

Really, Merlin wasn't expecting Arthur to embrace all magic users with love and trust. He really shouldn't do something stupid like that.

He wasn't sure if Arthur knew about his own reaction or not. It hurt nonetheless.

Constant paranoia and perspective to be burned alive took the best of his desire to show people his magical talents. But the freedom was intoxicating, and whatever Arthur was afraid of magic or not, he would never took it's freedom again.

So Merlin reduced his magic around the king to doing only necessary things.

He had enough work as newly appointed Court Sorcerer to not let his magic idle. The knight and Gwen were here to enjoy pretty tricks too.

Making Arthur comfortable were more important than Merlin's desire to enjoy the beauty of magic with his king.

But the problem accrued from where he least expected.

«Why won't you use magic?»

«I- Ehm, It's possible to do without magic just as easy.»

«I saw you moving dinner plate because you were to lazy to stretch yesterday.»

«I thought I was alone! How do you even know that? Were you spying on me?»

«Oh, come on, Merlin. As if you are that interesting. Doors were open, I was just passing by.»

Even if doors were open, Arthur couldn't accidentally catch him, considering the fact, that there was only one way to Merlin's tower.

Arthur's weird explanation aside, the crisis was averted.

Or so Merlin thought. Because Arthur hadn't stopped.

Every time Merlin did something remotely hard by his hand, Arthur asked the same question: «why won't you use magic?»

Now Merlin was the one running out of weird explanations.

He had no desire to explain his reasoning to Arthur, nor asking Arthur for something he clearly wasn't comfortable with.

Merlin even paid attention to king behaviour around magic more precisely, in case it had changed. But no, the flinching was still there.

Contradicting his own reaction, Arthur cornered him with more determination them ever before.

«So tell me, why knights have no idea about yours so called "proper use of magic".»

«Well... They do know very little about proper use of anything. Especially Gwaine.»

«Yeah, Gwaine, who's apple your turned from green to red because he wished for another variety.»

«I-, Merlin started, as Arthur continued:

«Or should I mention fire figures you do for Leon constantly? The story about Lance's and Gwen's dinner table? Gaius' flying potions?"

Merlin felt guilt creeping onto him.

«Do I need to continue? Because I'm cer–»

«No! No! I got your point!»

«So?»

«So...»

«Explain yourself.»

When Merlin still hesitated, Arthur decided to use lethal weapon: «you promised no more secrets.»

Merlin deflated. «It's not a secret.»

«Then tell me.»

«I've noticed you've tensed whatever magic was around. Decided to spare you the trouble.»

«Oh.»

Suddenly, Arthur wasn't angry anymore. He looked sad and... Guilty?

«It's okay» and «I'm sorry» they said at the same time, than stared at each other.

«You have nothing to be sorry for!» Merlin argued.

«It's not nothing and it's not okay!» Arthur replied.

«That's why I didn't want to tell you! Now you feel like you're doing something wrong or not enough or whatever!»

«Well, that's because I do!»

«No, you're not!»

Arthur sighed. «Look, Merlin... You're not wrong, magic does make me nervous. For all my life, every time someone used it, it was with intention to hurt me.»

He stopped, thinking about his next words. «You are an exception. Yours feel safe.»

«Safe?»

«I don't know how to describe it. It feels warm and... safe. I like it. And I like watching you do magic, too.»

«Oh.»

«Yeah.»

«I'm sorry.»

Arthur smiled. «You can repent your crimes by stopping hiding your magic from me,» he said in playfully serious tone.

Merlin smirked. «Of corse, sire. What would you like to watch now?»

[stinkrascal]

Breanna: It don't hurt, does it? Vladislaus: It is healed, mostly. I am grateful you only took one bite.

Breanna: [ slurping ] You want some of this? Vladislaus: No. Thank you. Breanna: Uhuh. Hey, so is cannibalism a thing with vampires?

Vladislaus: Of course. Cannibalism is found within many species. It is only natural it occurs in our kind as well. Breanna: Oh. I bet that's a big problem. Hey, what about restaurants?

Vladislaus: What about them? Breanna: Do vampires got restaurants? I bet that would help with the cannibalism thing. Vladislaus: There is an entire city at our disposal. There are many such opportunities for fine dining experiences.

Breanna: Huh? Oh. You could've just said yes, but okay. I bet you read a lot.

Breanna: Hey, so do vampires have libraries? Vladislaus: Yes, Breanna. We have libraries. Breanna: Yeah, you sound like you read a lot. Vladislaus: Thank you. Breanna: That wasn't a compliment.

Breanna: Hey, by the way, where are we going? Vladislaus: To the headmaster. She wishes to meet you. Breanna: Oh, right. Hey, so I got another question. Vladislaus: Yes, I'm sure you do.

Breanna: What's that supposed to mean? Vladislaus: Nothing at all. Breanna: I feel like you're making fun of me.

Vladislaus: What is your question, my dear?

Breanna: It was—uh—oh. Yeah. About when I bit you. You were bleeding. And last night, when you cut your hand—you bled then too. How's that work? How do you bleed if you're dead?

Vladislaus: You are mistaken. We are not dead. It is the opposite. As vampires, we are made to live. We experience life in its most concentrated form. Food tastes better, music sounds sweeter, and my God, Breanna, the sex.

Breanna: ...

Vladislaus: ...

Vladislaus: [ clears throat ] My point is, we are not dead, we are more alive than any other. Breanna: That's... good? Right? Frankie: Hey! Heyyyyy! HEEEYYYYYY! HEYY VLADDY DADDY! [ coughs ] ah shit, HEY VLAD! C'MON LITTLE MAN, I KNOW YOU SEE ME!!!!!!! HEYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vladislaus: Of course. If you pay no mind to the minor setbacks. Breanna: Huh? What setbacks?

Vladislaus: The part where we eat the flesh of innocents, my sweet summer child. Breanna: Oh. How'd you know my birthday's in the summer? Frankie: C'mon peepaw! Get some fuckin' hearin' aids! [ whistles ] Yoohoo! Over hereee!

Breanna: Who's that guy over there? I think he's calling for you.

Breanna: Hello? Mr. Straud? Are you listening to me?

Breanna: Do you know that guy? Vladislaus: [ clears throat ] No. Vladislaus: [ in Frankie's mind ] Leave me alone. Frankie: Aww, c'mon, you don't gotta be like— Vladislaus: [ in Frankie's mind ] I SAID LEAVE. Frankie: Agh, get outta my head ya pervert.

Breanna: It kinda seems like you know him. Vladislaus: [ clears throat, louder this time ] As I was saying--our powers come at a great cost. You will do well to remember that. Breanna: Huh? Oh. You're still on that. I don't really care to be honest.

Vladislaus: You should. You were human not 24 hours ago. Would you turn your back on your people so quickly? Breanna: Who's my people? They're lucky I'm nice enough to stick to blood packs. Vladislaus: The blood packs are a byproduct of our sin.

Vladislaus: For every blood pack you consume, someone must die. Someone must be slaughtered. Breanna: Get off your high horse dude, you're a vampire too. If you think it's so bad you shouldn't have asked to be turned. Vladislaus: Is that what you believe?

Vladislaus: [ sighs ] Forgive me. I am being haughty. Truthfully, I envy your nature. You are suited for this life. This world was not made for me, and every interaction I have reminds me so.

Vladislaus: You, however, seem very good at enjoying yourself. You seek decadence, do you not? Vampirism is a decadent lifestyle. You will thrive. I can already tell. Breanna: ...Oh.

Breanna: [ giggles ] That sounds fun.

Breanna: You make me sound like I put some thought into it.

[inumakisangel]

Things for you to put in your dr script

a little post showing some things from my dr script to give you ideas for your own hehe :3

all pics (except from the toge one above) are from pinterest. if you own any of them and want creds, lmk!

♡ Security things ♡

1 - (VERY IMPORTANT!!) Everything is exactly how you wanted and imagined

I personally did not have any problems regarding how the reality is because of that. Not saying things will be 100% different from how you thought it would be, but putting that everything is exactly how you imagined will make the experience so much better (and will save you from stress if something is not how you wanted)

2 - (ALSO VERY IMPORTANT!!) Memories of before you shifted to DR come to you naturally

Just so you can know what stuff happened before you shifted

3 - (optional, but important) Any wish granter

Have you ever imagined having something happen in your dr that is totally out of your control and that you can't resolve? Create some way to make what you want to happen, happen regardless of the circumstances. Some ideas are:

2.1: Wish diary

A magical diary where, anything you write in it, no matter how difficult it is to happen, will happen one way or another, and exactly how you wanted, imagined and specified

2.2: Magical sentence

If you say (sentence of your choice) right after or before saying something that you wanted to happen, it will happen no matter what

2.3: Magical signal

If you do (action of your choice, for example, drawing a little heart on your nose with your finger) right after or before saying something that you wanted to happen, it will happen no matter what

2.4: Naturally happens just through your emotions!

If you're going to a reality where it's a bit dangerous, this is especially good, and i reccomend doing the first three together or the last one alone. In my dr, i only scripted the 2.1 and 2.2, and i only use it when it's an emergency since i prefer to see how things go on their own

And it will help you a lot if the writer of the fiction of your dr is a menace who kills every single character without a hint of pity and humanity in blood. gege. WHEN I CATCH YOU, GEGE.

4 - (optional) You will not go through any type of stress, and you only feel the good emotions

I mean... you're going to another whole reality in which you can do every single thing you want. Why are you subjecting youself to go through stressful situations?

5 - (really optional) Days have more/less time

This one is for the girlies like me who want to spend as much time as possible with the people from your dr ‼️

In my DR, days last 34 hours, 19 hours of day and 15 hours of night

6 - Same artists, bands, shows, brands, anime and social media exists there

This is actually one of the best things i scripted because i could scroll on tiktok, reccomend songs to my friends, continue to watch One Piece, buy sanrio things, eat kfc, etc

7 - (optional but really important!!) When you go back to cr, time in dr stops

Also one of the best things i scripted. You just get super giddy and excited to shift back and do whatever you want to do, and you can also plan things way better!

Tiny things

8 - You're immune to lose items/immune to them become damaged or dirty

9 - You're immune of getting lost (you always know the way of every place)

10 - You always have enough money to buy whatever you want

11 - You're always clean and smelling nice

12 - You can eat anything you want at any amount you want and you don't gain any weight

13 - You always know when someone is lying

14 - You're immune of getting sick

15 - All food tastes amazing

16 - You always know when you're in danger and when you're being stalked

17 - You always know if your food has been poisoned

♡ Material things ♡

1 - Flip phones

The canon year in JJK is 2018, so technically, technology is advanced, but i wanted to have flip phones so bad!! And i think would be weird for me to use an old ass phone while everyone uses iphones or smth. So i scripted that technology is advanced as in 2018, however, phone brands simply continued the trend of creating phones with old designs!

And these are the phones i have:

2 - (product brand of choice) is cheap and accessible in dr

This lines up with the one talking about how brands and media that exist in cr, exists in dr. I can finally buy dior and sanrio stuff without having to sell my organs!!!!

3 - There are many brands of products in the exact style you like (and that are cheap and accessible)

For the girlies who have underrated type of style in which stuff is difficult to find. I specifically did with hime gyaru and coquette clothing!

4 - People always give you good gifts

In cases like spending your birthday there and someone gives you like a dead bug or something

♡ More + random ♡

1 - You always know exactly what the other person wants to hear

2 - Your breath is always nice

3 - You will remember everything that happened in dr in great detail and very clearly

4 - You are enchantingly beautiful from every angle (not only in dr🤭🤭 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒛)

5 - You know how to kiss really well, and everyone who has ever kissed you says it was the best kiss they've ever had in their entire lives

6 - Your skin is really soft and healthy

7 - You always give off the impression you want to give

8 - Your diction is really good and you never make mistakes in words/names.

9 - Everyone has a good first impression of you

10 - Everyone likes to talk to you and be around you all the time + no one feels uncomfortable/irritated with you around

11 - You are immune to experiencing uncomfortable situations

12 - You have the number of everyone you know

13 - (insert favorite fanfiction of your choice) happens

14 - No one secretly makes fun of you/thinks anything bad of you

15 - (insert character of your choice) exists in dr as a normal person

16 - All clothing looks fabulous on you/matches how you look

17 - You're not bothered by loud noises/loud people

18 - Your phone battery never runs out when you need it

♡ Scenarios ♡

☆ "X person invites me to lunch with them everyday"

☆ "X person sends me a lot of messages everyday"

☆ "X person loves to listen to music with me, and thinks my music taste is amazing"

☆ "X person loves my hair and asks to touch it a lot of times"

☆ "X person adores my cooking/baking"

☆ "X person visits me everyday"

☆ "X person sends me tiktoks everyday"

☆ "X person acts as if they don't like me, but i'm actually their favorite person"

☆ "X person gives me letters and tiny gifts everyday"

☆ "X person is pratically glued to me from how much time they spend with me"

☆ "X person and I have matching pfps on (app of choice)"

☆ "I have a lot of pictures of me and X person"

☆ "X person loves taking pictures with me, and of me when i'm not looking"

☆ "X person thinks about me everyday"

☆ "X person always worries about me and how i'm feeling"

☆ "X person admires my pictures everyday"

☆ "X person has me as their phone wallpaper"

☆ "X person wants to be around me all the time"

☆ "X person has the same sense of humour as me, and finds me really funny"

☆ "X people always want me around"

☆ "X person always jokingly flirts with me (but they're secretly serious)"

☆ "X person admires me when i'm not looking"

☆ "X person loves to stargaze because the stars reminds them of me"

☆ "X person's first instinct when they're bored is to think of me"

☆ "X person thinks i'm the best person they've ever met"

☆ "X person wouldn't trade time with me for anything in the world"

☆ "X person feels really comforted when i'm around them"

☆ "X person can't look at my lips too much or else they won't resist the urge to kiss me"

☆ "X person invites me to play videogames with them everyday"

☆ "X person buys a lot of things for me"

☆ "(song of choice) always make X person remind of me"

☆ "It's obvious to everyone that X person loves me"

☆ "X people always ships me with X person"

☆ "X person gets sad when i'm not around them"

☆ "X person only feels comfortable venting with me"

☆ "X person has a diary, and they write about me a lot in it"

☆ "X person always calls me by (nickname of choice)"

this was so fun to make! i'll gladly make a part two if y'all want! <3

[hrtsvivis]

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 ౨ৎ ·˚

"𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈" -𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕

hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

summary: buried in work and distanced from you, hyunjin doesn't have that much time for you and doesn't notice your serious ed problem. Will you be able to overcome everything

word count: 838 words

requested by: @xxmaddymillerxx

The dim light of the living room flickered, casting elongated shadows on the walls. Y/N sat curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the television screen. It was playing a variety show, one of Hyunjin’s recent appearances, but her mind was elsewhere. He was really busy with the new comeback. As a result of that, he was rarely home, often late at night. She hadn't seen him properly in weeks. Their only interactions were though brief conversations over text or her hearing him coming home in hours way past midnight.

The strain of his comeback preparations had pulled them apart, the demanding schedules and relentless practices consuming all of Hyunjin's time and energy. You understood that this was his job, but it was impossible to fight the feeling of loneliness and distance between you two. You found herself skipping meals, the constant anxiety eating you out. It was a coping mechanism from the past that you never wanted to return. The meals that used to be enjoyable now felt like a chore, and the once comforting act of eating became a struggle. Sadly, it was too late now as you have already fallen into the spiral of anxiety and not eating.

Days turned into weeks, your appearance was getting worse and there wasn't any sign of getting better. You couldn't overcome this by yourself, but you didn't want to bother Hyunjin. Your face was way slimmer and paler. Your clothes hung looser and dark circles formed under your eyes because of the many sleepless nights.

Hyunjin was exhausted. The endless hours in the studio, the many dance practices, and the late-night rehearsals were taking their toll. Stray Kids was preparing for their next big comeback, and the pressure was immense. He barely had time to sleep, let alone see his girlfriend, Y/N. He knew that this wasn't good for any of them, but the worst of all things were those that were hidden from him.

One night, as you lay in bed scrolling through her phone, a notification from Hyunjin popped up. You opened it eagerly, your heart aching for any connection with him.

"Hey, love. I know it's been hard. Comeback prep is almost over. I miss you. - Hyun". Maybe he will finally have time for you.

One evening, Hyunjin finally came home, exhausted but excited to see you. “Y/N, I’ve missed you,” your boyfriend, pulling her into a tight hug. You melted into his touch, enjoying the rare moment of closeness. But he pulled back quickly, his brow furrowing as he looked at you more closely.

“Have you lost weight? Are you okay?” he asked, his tone shifting from joy to concern.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired,” you lied, forcing a smile to hide the truth “How was practice?”

He know something was wrong, but didn't want to ask again out of fear of upsetting you. He began telling you about the upcoming performances, clearly excited. You of course listened, nodding and smiling but you mind was a haze of guilt and fear. How would you even tell him about everything that bothers you.

More days passed, and Hyunjin's concern grew even more. He noticed your unusual behavior and you skiping meals. It was time to actually talk to you. One night, he found you in the bathroom, staring at your reflection with sad and hollow eyes. The sight there broke something inside him. He approached you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, talk to me please. What’s going on?” he asked softly.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you completely broke down. “I’m so sorry, Hyunjin. I didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t know how to handle everything. You were so busy, and I felt so alone. I thought you forgot about me. "

Hyunjin pulled you into his tight embrace, his heart aching at her words. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have noticed. I should have been here for you when you needed me the most."

You sobbed into his chest, the weight of the pain you carried till this moment pouring out. "You’re never a burden,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “You’re the most important person in my whole life. We’ll get through this together. I promise. ”

From that moment, Hyunjin made a conscious effort to be more present. He rearranged his schedule, making time to be with you. Together you seeked professional help together, addressing your eating disorder with care and patience. Slowly, you started to recover, feeling a lot better. This was all because of him. He was your biggest support though these hard times.

Months later, as you sat together on the couch, Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, a sense of peace settling over you. “I’m here for you, always,” he said.

“And I’m here for you,” you replied, leaning into his embrace. After everything that happened, your bond became even stronger. Hyunjin realized that no comeback, no amount of fame or success, was worth losing the person he loved most. Nothing was impossible to overcome now.

© hrtsvivis — do not steal, edit, or repost my works.

[mrabubu]

I'm looking forward ( not really ) to see the leosagi/'leo is gay' stans getting upset over you drawing of Leo liking girls lol

I can already imagine the mental gymnastics those people will say just to make you look 'homophobic' over a freaking hc ( has anyone else forgotten what that word meant atp? ), that even the creators of rise even stated that they never thought about thinking of their own characters' sexuality, so in reality, there's no confirmed sexuality

I swear to God, those type of people made me annoyed with headcanons, and this is coming from someone who is LGBTA+

Honestly, that kind of reaction would only prove my statements.

I mean, these people don't think about how they're making me, others like me or the creators themselves upset or even offended with their behavior and see no problem with how they're sticking their noses into other people's business and practically forcing all these headcanons. (especially in Leo's case and that load of headcanons people are bombing him with. And sometimes I don't even understand some of these, like, I'm sorry if that would offend anyone, but I really don't get where "Leo trans" headcanon even coming from. And checking red eared sliders biology and markings to what people are usually refer to didn't gave me answers either. But I'm not looking into it further anyway).

With creators I've seen a person asked Ron personally about this whole situations, and he said that the team is trying to avoid confirming anything because people already have "the nasty tendency to sexualize them (the turtles and April) anyway", and that they don't want to fuel that fire. And I really hope they will stand by their position.

And you're not alone, anon. Again, I have queer friends and they're also annoyed by this kind of aggressive behavior.

And no matter how much I love Rise, being in the fandom for almost a year been an emotional roller coaster for me. It still is, honestly, but that's why I'm going to stand by my opinions, but not forcing them. All I'm doing is answering questions and being honest with myself. I'm not going to let people make me a door mat.

[cheriiepies]

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, enemies to lovers

Note: This is my first fiction, and I know it is not perfect. But I will try to improve. Btw, big thanks for @papaya-twinks as she helped me with this fiction a lot!! SO THANK YOU POOKIE(((ＵωＵ｀ *)(* ´ＵωＵ))).

Since the karting days the relationship between you and Charles was sour. It felt like any opportunity for bonding or getting to know each other was filled with long arguments over stupid things, fights, battles (and stubborness)

It was a race weekend and you were walking in the paddock towards your team ready to do some media work and content for the fans with your *favorite* teammate, Charles. Those challenges you did for the youtube or instagram is always filled with passive aggresivness or extreme competition.

As you were reaching the Ferrari garage you heared a familiar voice calling you over:

-"Y/n! Charles! Here you guys are. I need to speak to you two , alone". Charles glanced at you briefly:

-"What did you do now?"

-"Well hello to you too, Charles. I am fine how are you? And for the record the last time we were called in his office was when you fucked our race up!"

"Oh, get over it. Not my problem that you cannot control a wheel". You rolled your eyes at that trying very hard to not bite back

They entered the office seeing a very serious Fred looking at them.

"I hope you guys know that I won't tolerate any crashes that happened between you because you were too stubborn to listen to your race engineers!"-he said his voice rising at the end as this was certeanly not a rare inCHident(got that?). "We have the ability to get the podium as the car is perfectly suited for this circuit. P3 and P4 are not a bad starting position. We have to get the most out of this opportunity. Understood?". Both of them agreed, trying to talk less as it would cause more arguments.

"I won't let you ruin my race again y/n" charles said as they were leaving the office for an interview that would start in 20 minutes. "Can say the same about you. You can not tolerate me being ahead of you. It seems to be hurting your ego. The only reason you can secure podiums is because of the team orders. " He could only chuckle at that finding the idea amusing. "Well, the reason is I am the better driver in this team, so you do as the orders say." "Fuck you Charles! You act like you are all that, when in reality, all you do is blame the car or me when something fucks your race up, but it is you. Maybe you should get your head out of your ass and realise that you are not as good?" Ypu knew he was a good driver. But you still liked pushing his buttons. Charles could only glare at you not wanting to say things he will regret later. It was just a silent walk after that as they all sat in their beloved places during the interview.

Timeskip: the race

-“Right, Y/N, we’re starting in P4, let’s see if we can optimise this position,” your engineer spoke calmly. You replied with a simple and calm ‘yes’, knowing fully well of your own motive. Beat Charles. He’d already been a right ass about having qualified P3, one spot ahead of you, by less than a tenth, and what you wanted? To wipe his filthy little smirk away.

And so the formation lap begun, your eyes fixed on the rear wing of your teammate’s car, watching as he drove round the circuit. Five lights. Out. Instantly, you tried, and failed, to overtake him, feeling the threat of the number four car behind you. “Fuck,” you hissed, pressing harder to get away from him, your eyes trained on Charles. Sure, the team HAD warned you two on how these constant fiery battles could end up costing you the win or points at the minimum, but you were not one to back down. And neither was Charles, apparently. After 40 laps the cars ahead of you were starting to pit. It was an easy overtake to p3 and charles p2. But you wanted more. So you tried to overtake Charles even if your race engineer told you not to, as it is not safe with the tyres and they did not want to risk anything. As you were trying to overtake the wheels touched and it sent the both of you out of the track ulitametly crashing each other.

"What the fuck was that!" Charles was rigtfully angry. It was the perfect moment to secure P2 or even get a P1. You both got out of the car. You wanted to apoligize for ruining his race.

"Hey, I am sorry it was an accident, I miscalucilated and- "shut the fuck up! You always do this, why couldn't you just listen?. And now we are both out of the race. Do you realise how dangerous your driving is? Maybe they were all right about you. You do not deserve your seat! It is a miracle you could even get out of F3 alive!" He kept going on about how undeserving you are of the seat. It hurt you more than you cared to admit. Even if you disliked Charles(or so you thought), his validation and approval was still something you craved. You admired him since the beggining of your F1 rookie season. You looked up at him trying to hide your tears- " I said sorry, mistakes happen. I hope you forgive me . I have to go". Charles felt guilty at his harsh words suddenly realising that you did not deserve all that shit. He wanted to apologize but you were already gone. He was zoning out while the reporters asked about the crash, replaying it on the screens. All he could think of is how sad you looked when he was lashing out on you. He did not see you all day, not on the paddock not,after the race. You where nowhere to be seen.

It was already late, he could not sleep. The guilt was eating Charles up, his harsh words replaying in his mind. The way you looked so sad. It bothered him a lot, he did not actually wanted to hurt your feelings, he wasn't thinking right saying those things. With out thinking much his worry carried him towards your hotel room. Charles slowly knocked on the door, not hearing anything he slowly opened it.

" y/n? Are you here? I am so sorry about what I said. I wasn't thi-". Charles stopped talking as soon as he saw you laying on your bed with red teary eyes. Hair disheveled, laying on your bed trying to wipe your cheeks. "Hey, hey. Are you crying because of today? " he instictively came closer to you, wanting to comfort you. "I am so sorry, I did not want to ruin your race! You were right about me , maybe I am a bad driver. You have all the rights to hate me"- you rambled, trying not to cry again. "I was mad and said things that weren't true. You are a great driver y/n even if I tell you otherwise. I was an asshole and it was unfair of me to say hurtful words like that. Accidents happen. And for the record, I do not hate you. " Not realising Charles was holding y/n close, hugging her, not wanting her to cry anymore. Charles denied his protectivness over y/n, though his actions spoke otherwise. It made her feel butterflies in her stomach even if she tried to deny it.

"I forgive you too. You had every right to be mad at me. And I do not hate you either. Not at all. " You suddenly felt shy at the position you were in. But he still kept you close, gently looking at you. There was something else happening at the way you looked at each other so softly. He slowly leaned in, giving you the chance to back away if you did not want this. But you both wanted this. His lips were soft and gentle as he held your cheek and carrased your hair lovingly. As you pulled away, he gently whispered, "I can never hate you."

[kpop---scenarios]

Day Seven: Chan - Part Two

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Warning: Public smut.. I repeat, Public smut. [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1k

Previous Parts

“I just need to stop in here quickly.” You say, smiling as you pull Chan in the direction of the lingerie store.

“Y/N..” he sighs, his eyes glancing around the store, the mannequins scattered around the store wearing bras and panties made him uncomfortable.

“You.” You begin, pulling him to the waiting room chair, pushing him down. “Stay here, look at your phone, whatever. I'm gonna grab a few things to try on.” You smile, leaving him alone while you shop.

Once you're satisfied with a few different options you head to the dressing room, trying on your first outfit, but not loving it. You try on your second option, you also didn't love it. You tried on your third and instant smile. You just needed the help of your boyfriend to lace up the back of it.

“Chan.” You call out.

No answer.

“Channie!” You yell, pausing to listen.

“Coming!” You hear him pipe up, shuffling towards the room you were in.

“I need help with the back.” You tell him.

“So.. you want me to come in?” He asks, clearing his throat.

“Yes, Chan, come in.” You giggle. He opens the curtain, his jaw dropping immediately as he sees you in your outfit. A blush spreads across your cheeks as he gives you a small smirk, closing the curtain behind him.

“You need help.. with this?” He asks, grabbing the loose pieces in the back.

“Yes.” You whisper as he presses his body against your back, feeling his hard cock press into you. He lets go of the pieces, his hands roaming your body, over the fabric of your lingerie, or lack of.

“I really like this," he groans, leaning his head down, peppering kisses along your neck as his hand slides in your panties, his finger just barely touching your clit. You gasp, his other hand slaps over your mouth, pushing into you harder. “Now, now baby girl, you have to be quiet.” He whispers. His finger does circles on your clit, making your knees weak. “Think you can do that?” He asks. You nod your head, he moves his hand from your mouth. “Good girl.” He hums.

He moves his finger from your clit, making you groan. He helps you lift your leg, placing it on the stool as he moves your panties to the side. He undoes his button and the zipper of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free. He quietly pushes himself into you, his hand back over your mouth as you gasp loudly.

Slowly but harshly, and quietly, Chan pulls his cock from you before pushing back in, stretching you out with each thrust, making your eyes roll back. He reaches his hand back around, slipping it into your panties, touching your throbbing clit once again, as he fucks you.

“How are things going in there?” You hear from outside. “You've been in there a while. Do you need bigger sizes?” She asks.

“S-s-sorry.” You stutter. “I..haven't really..seen myself..like this.” You gasp. Avoiding looking in the mirror as Chan begins to thrust into you faster.

“No problem dear, take your time. Call out for me if you need me.” She says. You can hear her walk away.

“Oh my god.” You whine, throwing your head back on his shoulder.

“Look at us in the mirror, baby girl.” He groans, grabbing your chin, making you watch the two of you fuck. He watches you watch him fuck you, watches you watch his fingers rub your clit, you never would have thought it, but it was so fucking hot. Your hands move all over your body, you now watch him watch you as you grab your tits, squeezing them, playing with them as you take them out of the top, pinching your nipples. You watch as his eyes graze your body in the mirror, taking it all in.

“Fuck baby.” He moans. “You are so sexy.”

He moves his fingers in a different way on your clit making you cry out, pure pleasure radiates through your body as you can feel your orgasm building quickly. You continue to watch him slowly fuck you, but you needed him to fuck you and rub you faster, harder, you were so fucking desperate to cum. “Please.” You whisper. “Faster.”

You see him smirk in the mirror as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts, slamming into you. He is now at the point where he doesn't care who hears the two of you. You moan, a little louder with each thrust, until you can't hold it in any longer and you finally cum, clenching his cock inside you as your orgasm bursts through your body, leaving you panting. You were weak, your legs were wobbly. You take your leg down from the stool, Chan removes his hand from your panties, and you let him bend you over quickly, his cock never leaving your cunt. His fingers dig harshly into your hips as he pounds into you, desperate for his own orgasm. You watch him in the mirror, seeing the way his cock slides in and out of you, fuck it made you want to cum again.

“Fuck baby.” He groans, finally cumming, pushing himself deeper inside of you, spilling it all into you. He pants as he pulls out of you, tucking his sore cock back into his jeans. He rips off the tag from the lingerie, holding it tightly in his hand.

“Get dressed baby. Leave this on. It's definitely coming home with us.” He smiles as he leaves the dressing room. You quickly get dressed, the set staying under your clothes as you meet him at the till.

“Is it okay if I wear it out?” You ask, bit really giving her a choice.

“I think it's best you do.” She says, clearing her throat, handing the receipt to Chan.

“Thank you.” You smile, slipping your hand into his.

“I think I should thank you.” He grins. “I've always wanted to do that.”

[typicalopposite]

Ooooooo just thought of some double angst potential

Gerrard is giving Buck a really hard time… like just absolutely not letting up on him. It’s worse on him than everyone else but he does it enough in the shadows to make sure Buck is the only one to realize it. He can read Buck like an open book, he knows he won’t tell… everyone else is having to deal with Gerrard’s bullshit, too. So what if he is getting the blunt end of it. Better him than them.

Buck is left exhausted.

Tommy clocks it immediately.

He begs Buck to go to someone. Go to Frank, surely he can pull some strings. Go to the chief, he didn’t like Gerrard swooping in and stealing Bobby’s job anyway. Go to his team, they will 100% rally together with him.

Buck insists everything is fine. He can handle it; its under control. No one needs to fight his battle for him, and he doesn’t want his problem to become everyone else’s problem…

So Tommy lets it go… kind of.

He goes to Bobby.

He feels grimey going behind Bucks back but he doesn’t know what to do and Bobby is already working with the higher ups—who’s heads were all gone over in the whole scheme to keep Bobby gone—to get his family back. So that’s how Tommy ends up outside the house Bobby and Athena are renting.

“What do you mean Gerrard’s doing something to Buck…” Bobby asks, voice low and threatening in a way Tommy doesn’t think he’s ever heard it before. He’s instantly up and looking for his keys.

“Wait, stop!” Tommy blocks the door and Bobby gives him a warning look, and yeah… Tommy sees that adopted father/son feeling definitely goes both ways. “I don’t even know if I’m right about this… Buck won’t talk to me. He won’t talk to anyone.”

Flash forward and Bobby meets Buck for lunch. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Buck look so empty and distant. He just wants to hug him and tell him it is all going to get fixed—he doesn’t know if it is… he’s trying but this all seems so much bigger than just an alleged discipline deficit…

“Talk to me, kid…” Bobby finally says. “Whatever is going on… we can work through it… you don’t have to deal with it—”

“Alone?” Buck finishes for him. He turns bloodshot tired eyes up to Bobby and lets out a halfhearted laugh. “How can you even sit there and say that to me like it’s not exactly what you did…”

“Hey, that’s…”

“Don’t you dare say it’s different!” And then his eyes are tearing up and he’s shoving back from tables and storming off… but Bobby knows that the only thing he has to show for trying to keep his problems away from the people he cared about… was a slew of new problems that directly affected the very people he was trying to protect.

“Buck stop!” He yells and jumps up from the table to catch him. Buck stops walking; Bobby could swear he looks relieved when he turns back around. “You’re right, kid… I hid a big thing from you—from all of you… and I was wrong. It was stupid, and selfish… and it backfired big time,” he offers a smile… Buck gives one back. “Don’t make the same mistakes I did. If something is bothering you… speak up.”

So it turns out Gerrard singled out the one person who—in his words—had already “turned his back on his team”. He’s been trying to get information of the others, on Bobby… hell even on members from other stations (Harbor specifically included) who have helped them in the past with their brave(read: illegal) escapades. Buck won’t give in; Gerrard won’t give up. He is trying everything to get under Bucks skin from just the horrid homophobic slurs… the blatant racism he has Buck terrified to speak up on… putting far to much of a work load on his shoulders… to getting his hands on Tommy’s schedule just so he can make sure Bucks never lines up.

Bobby is LIVID… he won’t let this man—this monster—get away with this. “We’re gonna get rid of him once and for all…” he vows to Buck.